Author's Note: Apologies in advance for this long wait to get this chapter. Me and my co-writer have been writing away along with bringing forth new characters all of whom are apart of Chaos Chosen. These are as such the Chaos Chosen War Council Members. People who journeyed forth through the rift in chapter I and II are now apart of the Star Wars Galaxy. Each represents the different Legions and their reasons for both siding with the new Warmaster Orius and those who believed him unworthy and why they went their separate ways. So enjoy these backgrounds on the War Council. Chapter 9 is further down after you read.

Also with work picking up due to the holidays coming up. and barely consistant days off it's been hard to find time to write so I do hope with what I've written so far is up to everyone's standards. I apologise for being away for so long but I've always been working on two big other projects in the works with Dead Effect taking upa big portion along with one other project. So I hope with all that said you all enjoy and continue to give all your valued input everyone. SaibotReaper Productions

Warhammer 40K Chaos Chosen War Council

Lorgulf The Warsmith-A veteran of the Iron Warriors Lorgulf is the epitome of what the Iron Warriors was. A master of Siege craft, Lorgulf was among the first Iron Warriors recruited from the whole of Terra by the Emperor of Mankind. His victories against the Techno-Barbarian tribes earned him rapid promotion and eventually he obtained the rank of Captain. However Lorgulf was cruel and left no room for error failure was not tolerated. No retreat. No surrender. To him every battle was a test of his mettle and he would see to it that all who opposed the Emperor were crushed and forgotten.

When the Great Crusade finally came, Lorgulf and his men were among the many to fight against the aliens and humans who failed to recognize the Emperor's rule. It was only when Perturabo the gene father and Primarch of the Iron Warriors returned did Lorgulf truly earn his reputation. Lorgulf followed his Primarchs orders to the letter and it was no surprise he was promoted for this.

Now a Warsmith, Lorgulf went out to fight for more glory. But this was side lined when his legion was left to tedious sieges and guard posting. Lorgulf was never one for side lining and felt the Imperium had all but forgotten them. It didn't help that in one particular campaign he and his company were fighting alongside the Imperial Fists against an Ork Waaagh!

That the Iron Warriors lost 30% of their company due to the Imperial Fists lack of support. This left Lorgulf with a hatred for the sons of Dorn and he would ensure they never forgot. It was said that Lorgulf and his men slew the Sons of Dorn an act that they felt was unforgivable and feared they would be killed. It was of no surprise they supported the Warmaster and joined the heresy for they felt they had no choice after what they had done.

Lorgulf would lead his men against the Imperium's forces, but did so not for the Dark Gods nor for his Primarch, but for his men. After the end of the Heresy, Lorgulf abandoned his legion as a whole and created his own Warband the Blood Anvils. Now he serves at the head of the new Warmasters Council offering his knowledge and power to someone who appreciates his abilities.

Nemethar Vladamin The Sin-Eater-Nemethar Vladamin was a young boy drawn from one of the man prisons of Terra and was known as a 'Night's Children' due to his pale complexion and being raised in the darkness. This however made Nemethar an excellent recruit for the Astartes Legions that the Emperor was creating and in particular Nemethar would be given to the VIIIth Legion. Quickly becoming one with his legion, Nemethar would become a symbol of Terror among his legion often straightening those who did not fall in line or went against the Emperor's edicts.

For these very reasons he was given the rank of Chaplain following Lorgar's inclusion of the Rank into other legions. Nemethar was a stout follower of the Emperor and felt he gave the children of the guilty a chance to redeem their heritage by serving as his executioners of the wicked. To Nemethar no sin was to great no sin to small. All would repent for their wrong doings and be punished by the Night Lords.

Despite this Nemethar also acted as a councilor to his brothers often letting them tell him their woes and let them confess their feelings. For this he was known as the Sin-Eater for he listened to his brothers woes and pains. Eventually however the Primarch would be found, Konrad Curze. At first Nemethar was proud of the man that his Primarch strive to be, but became disillusioned in the coming years. He found his legion being filled with murders, rapists, thieves and other unsavory filth.

He felt that it was a direct result of Konrad neglecting to properly ensure they were gaining actual soldiers from Nostramo instead. When their Primarch finally cracked under the visions he received and went mad as the Night Haunter Nemethar was among the first to want to return their legion to its former glory. But when First Captain Jago Sevatarion confronted him things didn't go well. During the Istvaan V Massacre, Nemethar was greatly against it and before he could warn anyone he was crippled by Jago.

Using his ChainGlaive he cut off the High Chaplains legs and arms. He had the Apothecary keep him alive while they sent him to a fate worse than death. They put him into a Leviathan Dreadnaught and sealed him away for eternity to slowly lose his mind to the Dark technology that was used in the machines creation.

For the following three years Nemethar would remain entombed until a small force of Night Lords found him and awakened him. With their help they fled the ship and retreated on a small strike cruiser. Nemethar would stay with his small forces until the end of the Heresy feeling as he failed in his duty.

Eventually he would gain word from other legions of a new galaxy and the promise of a new Warmaster. Nemethar took his brothers to this galaxy and now serves as the head of the Night Lords legion. He hopes to see the Imperium reborn and for his legion to be remade again. To bring justice to the wicked.

Barbiel Tarar the Bile Lord-Born upon the toxic world of his Primarch. Barbiel was among the many people Mortarion rallied to his cause against the Warlords that ruled over their world. It came as no surprise that when the tyrants had all but been eradicated by the Death Lord and when Mortarion's adoptive father was slain by the Emperor, Barbiel joined the ranks of the newly rechristened Death Guard. Working under the First Captain Calas Typhon, Barbiel would prove himself a competent warrior and healer.

An Apothecary by nature, Barbiel often worked more as a chemist. Concocting new an terrifying chemical substances that are used by Typhon's Grave Wardens. For this he was given the title of Alchemist.

During the Great Crusade, Barbiel would be used in many of Typhon's campaigns against the enemies of mankind, but would become disillusioned by his first captains latent fanaticism. Barbiel was a follower of Mortarion. When the time came to purge their ranks of loyalists, Barbiel found it easy to follow his Primarch and agreed with his line of thinking. But in reality his work was what mattered.

During the Istvaan Atrocity, Barbiel was the one whom recommended the use of the Life Eater virus upon them as it was in his mind was the greatest of chemical weapons in the Imperiums arsenal. Following the purge, Barbiel armed the Destroyer Squads with his most potent chemical weapons when they fought upon Istvaan V against the Loyalist, Iron Hands, Raven Guard and Salamanders Legions.

What's more Barbiel captured any survivors to use in his experiments for more chemical warfare. This included using acids to rust and corrode the bionic enhancements of the Iron Hands, blinding gases against the Raven guard and horrible air born gas that melted flesh. It wasn't until, Typhon betrayed his legion when he lead them into the warp and the Destroyer Hive ran rampant across the fleet did, Barbiel feel the receiving end of torment and misery.

In an act of desperation he submitted to the Grandfather. In a twist of irony it was not the Destroyer hive that would turn him, but all his chemicals and toxins within his lab that the grandfather used to raise him as a Plague Marine. Barbiel was reborn and was now a walking chemical laboratory. When they finally exited the warp, Barbiel was changed and was now a walking corpse.

During the Siege of Terra, Barbiel unleashed terrible contagions upon the Loyalist forces, but even still the war did not fall in their favor. With Horus slain Barbiel was not keen on staying and abandoned his legion when they refused to fall back. Since then, Barbiel would continue his experiments, but held a great hatred for Typhus and his high standing. If anything, Barbiel was more worthy as he was contagion made manifest.

In doing this he slew a member of Typhus' Grave Wardens and stole his corrupted Terminator Armor for his own use. Now modified with ports that release the fumes like chimney stacks. With a warband under his command, Barbiel now serves under the new Warmaster hoping to finally gain the favor he so rightfully deserves.

Kyrn Koran The Prophet of Zardu-Zardu Layak was among the most infamous Word Bearers within his legion. A reverent believer in the Chaos Gods it was his goal to become a Martyr in their name hoping to inspire his brothers and lead them to greatness. But his most distinguishing mark was his betrayal of his own legions Primarch when he sided with Horus over Lorgar.

This act inspired his successor who continues in his name. The proclaimed Prophet of Zardu or the Crimson Prophet in his honor, Kyrn Koran. Original a member of the Imperial Heralds Kyrn was originally the son of a defeated enemy of the young imperium.

Turned into an Astartes Kyrn would be a deliver of the Emperor's decree. Submission or Destruction. A fever at believer in the cause of the Imperial Truth, Kyrn would purge many religious beliefs of Terra and other enemies of the Emperor. When the time to expand the Emperor's will across the stars came the Imperial Heralds wasted no time in doing their intended purposes.

Among Kyrn's trusted friends was the fellow Terran born Astartes; Zardu Layak. The two had become fast friends when they were inducted into the Legion often giving each other strength when they needed it. When their lost Primarch Lorgar Aurelian was finally United with them again the quickly changed their edicts. Kyrn believed in the warped purpose of their goal to purge all heretical beliefs.

Believing the Emperor himself was a god and all other edicts were lies and heresy. Kyrn rose through the ranks of his legion much more faster and became the master of his own chapter known as the Crimson Vigil . Kyrn was mostly known however for his participation in the construction of Monarchia and the perfect city made for the Emperor.

It is said that Kyrn personally appointed a woman of great value to him as the speaker of the church. This girl was a descendant of his family and he had personally appointed her as high priestess of the church. But this would soon turn sour as the Emperor came and burned the city to the ground with the Ultramarines carrying out the deed. Kyrn was forced to his knees laying within the ash of his legions failure. Whats worse was as the city burned his descendant was badly injured and her body burned.

It is said that for a brief moment he actually stood up to recover her before falling to his knees once more due to the strain of the Emperor's power. This humiliation done upon them would forever change them and lead them to damnation. In the coming years things would change when Lorgar returned with restored faith. This time not in the form of the Emperor, but in the Primordial Gods of Chaos. Quickly spreading to his legion, Kyrn like his friend Zardu embraced the new doctrines and submitted themselves to the Ruinous Powers.

Kyrn would soon rise now as a Dark Apostle of Chaos Undivided and used the powers to revitalize his descendant now a twisted version of her former self. She was like his daemon kin the Gal Vorbak and now was a feverish priestess of Chaos Undivided. In the following years Kyrn would serve alongside his friend Zardu at Calth and together seek vengeance against the Ultramarines.

But his greatest test was against his own Primarch as he and Zardu felt him mad for attempting to usurp Horus. So when the time came they turned upon him and sided with the Warmaster. Unfortunately things did not go as planned. Horus feel at Terra and his friend would follow.

Before he passed Zardu told him he had a vision of the gods plans. That Abaddon would become the new Warmaster, but another would rise and threaten him. It would be up to his friend to decided whom his worthy. With that said he passed away. Now with vigor in his heart, Kyrn has found his true calling to bring faith to a galaxy at war and serve the new Warmaster under the guidance of Uriah.

Tadhiel the Severed Head-[Accessing...Data Restored...Clearance Level Alpha Centarus...Subject Alpha Legion Harrow Master Tadhiel] To those who know the myth of the Hydra they will know that it was a formidable beast that was nearly impossible to kill. For every head that was removed two would take its place, this belief was that in time the opponent would be overrun and unable to kill it. The same is said of the legion that bears the symbol of the Hydra as its sigil. The Alpha Legion.

Tadhiel from what records are known recount that he was a member of the legion long before the discovery of their Primarch, when the legion was simply called the Ghost Legion. Their existence was as with many of their future activities only left to rumor and superstition that a hidden legion was operating in the shadows.

For Tadhiel this was his craft. Tadhiel was a master assassin, escape artist and mercenary. Before his transformation some accounts speculate that he was originally hired to kill the Emperor king before his conversion into the Legiones Astartes. It's said that he made it within the Imperial Palace while it was under construction and snuck past the elite Custodian Guards.

It is said he meet the Emperor, but rather than fend for his life the Emperor knew of the mans infiltration and offered him a place in his army operating as his hidden blade. For hours the two men talked in private about the Emperor's dream of a united humanity and a better future, the words of the Emperor moved Tadhiel and it's said he knelt to the man he was sent to kill.

It was from this point that those who hired him found themselves on the receiving end of his barrel. Tadhiel soon after was made a member of the Astartes and a first recruit among the XXth legion. Much of Tadhiel's work was a mystery, but it mostly consisted of acts of assassination, subterfuge, sabotage and kidnapping. It is unknown how long Tadhiel served in the Great Crusade or what activities he participated in.

Some say his company sent word of the danger Horus Lupercal, Rogal Dorn and Mortarion were in at Gyros-Thravian. Other reports that he was among those who wanted Lion El' Jonson to be the Warmaster. The reports varied, but Tadhiel participated in some war theaters non the less. It was only with the discovery of their Primarchs that the XXth legion was made whole and Tadhiel immediately rose to the rank of Harrowmaster.

Among his legion Tadhiel was among its greatest warriors and many speculated he was one of the many people to have been Exodus the enigmatic Alpha Legion marksman. Among the legions commanders he was respected by Ingo Pech for his devotion and Armillus Dynat for his out of the box thinking. But Tadhiel was often less formal with his brothers and never felt connected to a legion that forsook their identities.

While he was a Head of the Hydra he was still a man. When the mysterious Cabal Organization came to Alpharius and told him of their plan on how to stop Chaos, Tadhiel was against it, but hid his doubt. It was only during the many campaigns against the loyalists that Tadhiel sabotaged his own legion.

To Tadhiel he felt Alpharius did not understand his own reasons for joining Horus. Tadhiel knew that it would bring peace, but at the cost of humanity. He believed Alpharius a fool for interpreting that the Emperor would forsake humanity to simply destroy the Gods.

For Tadhiel he would not forsake humanity, but agreed that Chaos could not be destroyed as it like the Alpha Legion and many others were necessary evils of the galaxy. Tadhiel would launch campaigns against both sides, the Shattered legions and the forces of the Warmaster.

Things came to a head however when he was hunted by Omegon and his Effrit Stealth Squad. In a masterful planned ambush, Tadhiel slew the entire company from afar and boobytrapped the area. When all was said and done Tadhiel confronted Omegon and expressed his displeasure at him.

The two had a conversation on right and wrong with Tadhiel claiming that he still holds true in his heart to the Imperium, but Omegan would soon say he was no longer a Hydra just a head that would be cast off for the greater good of all. In the fight, Omegon was far greater in combat, but Tadhiel would not falter and soon was able to flee with a small company of loyalist Ghost Legion veterans.

When the heresy finally came to an end, Tadhiel would participate secretly in the Great Scouring revealing the locations of Traitor holdouts to the Imperium and forcing them into the Eye of Terror. It would not be long before he too fled into the Eye when Guilliman and his Ultramarines attacked. Inside the Eye, Tadhiel bid his time and waited for news.

It soon came when he heard of a new galaxy and the Word Bearers hoping to find a new Warmaster. For Tadhiel they could not allow another Horus to rise, but the prospect of a new leader was interesting. For Tadhiel he will see what the Warmaster becomes. If he falls he must die. Should he prevail...he will see. [Entry Deleted...No Data Available]

Caninvar 'Canin' the Highborn-Every Space Marine within the Legiones Astartes has been transformed into something more than human. Each Astartes was a genetically perfect warrior designed to be the Emperor's genetically engineered army to unite the Galaxy under the Imperium of Man. Of the twenty original legions all had become famous or infamous in their own right.

Each Legion had been made and forged by the visions and teachings of their Primarch. The Sons of Dorn were builders, Guilliman and his Ultramarines were politicians and the Sons of Magnus Scholars. Of the twenty only one legion is exactly what the Emperor made them to be, Soldiers. This legion was defined by their duty, by the simplicity of their creation. They were the War Hounds, but to the galaxy they would forever be known as the World Eaters.

Warriors to the core the sons of the Red Angel were among the most vicious close combat fighters the Imperium had ever had only rivaled by the IX Legion the Blood Angels. Each World Eater was a warrior of pure savagery, but unlike the Space Wolves or Blood Angels they lived to draw blood and see their enemies butchered.

This was however not the case for the Royal born World Eater Caninvar 'Canin' Hurtife. Originally born on a backwater world home to Techno barbarian tribes, Caninvar was raised by a wealthy family that ruled a large portion of the planet as they had the best warriors around.

Caninvar was raised to be a leader and to one day rule over his section of the world. But Caninvar had no love for the political world that occupied most of his time he rather be out and fighting against the tribes that threatened his birth world, but his family would not allow such violence and savagery be allowed for a member of their family.

It wasn't until the Great Crusade finally reached them that Caninvar saw the first Space Marines the War Hounds. It didn't take long before the Legion purged the world of techno barbarian tribes and the worlds nobles willingly joined the growing imperium more so for influence and to leave their backwater world behind.

The XII legion turned the world into a recruiting ground gathering some of the best warriors from the armies of the world. Finally seeking a chance to take his life into his own hands Caninvar snuck out of his palace home and removed his royal attire and joined the recruits. Among the selection committee was the 8th Captain Kharn.

The Captain witnessed first hand Canin's ferocity and great skill with a blade. Eventually Canin was recruited and sent to the Apothecaries for Gene-seed implantation. By the time the legion found out his origins it was already to late to reverse the effects of the enhancements. On the urging of Kharn the procedure was completed.

With his destiny now sealed, Canin took to the stars in the Emperor's Great Crusade alongside his new brothers. Kharn impressed with his brothers skills drafted him into the 8th company. Canin quickly earned himself a reputation as a great warrior and planner using excellent planning and decisive force to bring about his foes defeat. Many of the other legions called him more of a Spartan than a savage warrior akin to the XII legion.

But even with his tactical and strong abilities he was looked down upon by his brothers for his 'high born' statues. It would take a long time before he would earn their true loyalty. By the time Angron had been discovered, Canin was a rarity among the legion in that he cared little for the discovery of their Primarch. Instead he merely focused on the task ahead believing that they had survived this long without him they could still do so.

This was further evident when Angron refused to lead them further emphasizing the Spartan point. Eventually, Angron did join, but when the Butcher's Nails became the new demand for his legion, Canin rejected the nails. Believing it to be a crutch. He believed anger must be channeled not recklessly used in every situation.

Because of this he forbid his company after being promoted from using the nails. This further drove a wedge between him and the rest of his legion with only the likes of Kharn, Macer Varren and Endryd Harr respecting his decisions. In the years that came Canin would continue to rise in rank, but found himself isolated further and further by his berserker like kin.

Eventually things would turn for the worse when his legion came into conflict with the Space Wolves who by order of the Emperor were to stop the legion from using the Butchers Nails. This small fight would leave a sour taste in everyone's mouth, but Canin refused to fight believing this fight a fruitless attempt to stop something that was to far gone.

By the time of the Istvaan Atrocity, Canin was among those sent to the world bellow to die with his loyalist brothers, but Kharn knew he was never loyal to the Emperor. In an act of rage for this betrayal, Canin vowed to make his legion pay for this betrayal.

It is said among the loyalists that survived long enough that he had single handled butchered two hundred of his fellow kin who tried to slay him. It was only when, Kharn came to the surface that Canin was finally put to rest, but his ferocity and will to live endured and it is said that even through the second bombing of Istvaan III he survived.

In the wake of this Canin attracted the attention of the Blood God; Khorne the Lord of Murder offered him retribution and justice for his betrayal.

It was no surprise he took it up and became a vengeful berserker of Khorne. Fueled by his rage and resentment he began hunting down his own legion as a renegade World Eater even killing the Loyalists who stood in his path.

Canin's rampage spread from the sands of Istvaan V to the Realm of Ultramar and to the Siege of Terra were he personally slew many champions on both sides who got in his path.

When Kharn was within reach after fighting the Loyalist defenders, Canin was prepared to end his former friend, before he was drawn into the warp and denied his kill. Once more denied his prize, Canin forsook his vengeance against his legion and decided to once more find worthy competition once more putting his knowledge and rage into effect he rallied his own Warband known as the Vengeful Kin.

After hearing of a new galaxy to call their own, Canin had made for this place not for the Warmaster or this new one, but for a challenge.

Alerios Siro the Flawless-To bear the Symbol of the Aquila is to bear the very symbol of the Emperor. A majestic symbol and one held in the highest esteem by the servants of the Imperium, but to the legion that tainted its image and forever changed its meaning it is seen by some as a symbol of corruption at its worse and a perversion of what can be done to even the most righteous of souls. Such is the case of the ill fated III Legion also known as the Emperor's Children.

This legion is forever marked by their fall from grace in the service of their new God; the Prince of Pleasure Slaanesh. Among these twisted warriors are those who seek pleasure and pain in all its forms and then there are those who seek to become the perfect warriors.

This comes with the gifts of their patron God as he bestows upon them his gifts. But among them is one who refuses to submit to the faults of the god, one who wants to sculpt themselves into the ultimate warrior. Alerios Siro. Originally a noble from the moon of Europa, Alerios was among the many to be drawn into the III legion by the Emperor.

It was also here that Alerios would become one of the most prominent warriors in its ranks. The young man was a masterful swordsman and was well known to have remade a family sword into a powerful Power sword. This blade was known as the Faultless for it was a work of art with no flaws. Alerios reforged the blade and used it to critical effects during the Great Crusade. Alerios was however full of bravado and always claimed to be the best of his legion contested only by Saul Tarvitz and Lucius.

It was only with the discovery of their Primarch that Alerios truly became a master of his craft eventually joining the ranks of the Palatine Blades an elite brotherhood of the greatest swordsman. Alerios quickly rose to the top and became its head, his skills were praised by many even the Lord Commander Eidolon said if he wished for anyone to fight on his behalf it would be Alerios.

This however caused his ego to build and feel favored by his superiors. Alerios was also a very depraved person even before his legions fall. He greatly enjoyed the simple things in life even finding alien races of female character attractive. For this he often had many serfs tend to his needs mostly composed of females.

Despite these affections, many in other legions respected his prowess, Abaddon found him to be a strong warrior, Sigismund of the Imperial fists wished to challenge him in battle and Corswain the Seneschal to Lion El'Jonson wished to see who was the better swordsman. Unfortunately things would turn sour for the Legion during the Cleansing of Laer. Alerios was among those sent to the planet bellow to destroy the xenos and he did so with no hesitation.

Once the work was finished he journeyed into the Temple and soon found his perfection. Chaos soon gripped the Legion and it wasn't long before they feel to its depravity. For Alerios nothing changed as he already wore his feelings on his sleeves and was left largely untainted by its powers, he indulged his lust, his desires and more and soon would participate in the destruction of his Loyalist kin upon Istvaan III.

Throughout the years of the Horus Heresy, Alerios became a scourge to all. Often he would challenge a foe in battle and easily overwhelm them once defeated he would take a grin trophy and decorate his personal chambers with show of his conquest. But soon the mutations became apparent and Alerios fearing for his divine beauty sought to stem it from consuming him.

Alerios took the Journey into the Eye of Terror alongside his Primarch and the Iron Warriors. Here he witnessed the ascendancy of his father into a Daemon Prince and an assault by the Shattered Legions. Alerios however was here for something else. Journeying into the Palace of Slaanesh the man encountered a greater Daemon of the Prince of Pleasure.

Alerios made a deal with the Daemon and had it bond to his sword. Whomever dies by his blade he will receive their youth and beauty preventing his corruption and the Daemon gets the souls of the slain. Alerios would have no part in the Siege of Terra, but did fight within the Slave Wars within the Eye of Terra.

It was ultimately when Fabius Bile failed and retreated did Alerios give chase. Before he could slay the Apothecary he instead offered the Blademaster a chance to see the wonders of a new galaxy. Alerios was to eager to join and soon rallied his warband to journey. Now he runs rampant across the galaxy adding new slaves to his growing warband and more pleasures to be experienced.

Saniel Solalis the Old Wolf-The Imperium is a galaxy spanning Empire that has endured for 10,000 years. It was forged in war and still ensured in a harsh and unforgiving galaxy. To many the nature of the Imperiums existence is astounding, but all Empires are built by their leaders and their followers. This is particular true of the Emperor of Mankind when he crafted his genetically engineered army the Thunder Warriors to unite Terra and after their retirement soon went on to create his sons the Primarchs.

Each Primarch was given a legion to command each soldier of their respective legion given their own genetic material. All legions were excellent in war, but only one legion was among the Emperor's favorites. They were the Pacifiers of Luna, the Emperor's Wolves. They were the first to be reunited with their Primarch, but to the galaxy they were the Luna Wolves.

Unlike many of the Luna Wolves of Terra, Saniel was never born on Terra, but rather was the mentor/boss of the first Primarch to be discovered by the Emperor; Horus Lupercal. Born upon the war torn world of Cthonia, Saniel was raised by the harsh gangers of his world and would be forced to endure this harsh life.

By the time he was 40 years of age the man had become a criminal boss of his own gang ruling it with absolute authority and showing no mercy to his foes. In that time he had fathered a son whom was his pride and joy, but sadly his son died to a rival gang and Saniel was never the same. It was around this time that Horus' capsule had crashed into Cthonia and Saniel was among the people who secured the young boy inside.

Over the coming years Saniel would raise the boy like his own son filling the void in his heart with a new light. For the few short years the Primarch was instrumental in helping bring Cthonia into an orderly world...or as orderly as could be. Saniel was a good mentor to the young man and taught Horus everything he knew. He taught him about art, culture, philosophy and the principles of a good leader.

When the Emperor finally arrived and found his lost son, Horus immediately drafted his mentor into the legion. Unfortunately he was far to old to become an Astartes, but Horus would ensure he was apart of the Legion. Through genetic modifications by some of the best Apothecaries and flesh crafters, Saniel was made into a Proto-Astartes more similar to the Thunder Warriors of old than anything.

Nevertheless he was a member of the legion. Saniel would take his new role as hand of Horus with stride never feeling as if his adoptive son had usurped him of power, but in truth because the old Mob boss had grown tired of leadership and felt it was Horus' destiny to lead. Within the time of the Great Crusade; Saniel would bring many worlds into Compliance alongside his fellow Luna Wolves. His calm demeanor and cold nature made him hard to decipher by many legionaries.

He was very charming to his comrades, but a brutally efficient commander in battle. A man of culture, but a man of action. To many he was a man of many skills. Saniel was given the rank of Equerry by Horus before he resigned from the post and gave it to Maloghurst. Saniel would serve later as captain of the 19th company.

While not an official member of the Mournival, Horus' ensured his mentors words were also there to help guide his sons in times of Council and need. Tarik Torgaddon enjoyed the old veteran for his nature and down to earth attitude. Abaddon respected him for his strict and level headed approach to combat, while Garviel Loken often tutored under the ex mobster for combat training.

Following the events leading into the Horus heresy, Saniel took part in the Ullanor Triumph and helped break the Ork Empire and personally fought alongside Abaddon against the tide of Greenskins. Though badly injured he survived but had his right leg replaced with a robotic.

This made him extremely popular for his act of bravery and many astartes legions respected the old veteran it is said of all the legions only one person earned his respect the Flesh Tearer Nassir Amit. During the early days of the Crusade when the Blood Angels took part in joint operations with the Luna Wolves Amit and Saniel got along well due to their shared loves of fighting and seeking a good time.

Another whom he got along with was the Night Lords First Captain Jago Sevatarion for he was a ruthless and dirty fighter who would do whatever it took to win something Saniel respected. It wasn't until the transition into the Sons of Horus that Saniel would soon see such madness. On the moon of Davin; Horus was wounded by a blade and in critical condition.

Saniel was against using such powers to heal his son, but relented when Horus was at his worst. When Horus changed after his healing, Saniel was among those who noticed it, but still had faith in his adoptive son. It wasn't until the outbreak of the Horus heresy that Saniel realized how far his adoptive son had fallen and saw the madness unfold.

He wasn't sent to die with the Loyalist, but instead watched in shame as he saw men he trusted die to his sons machinations. As the Heresy proceeded, Saniel became more and more disillusioned with his sons goals and felt Horus' was gone and only a dark shadow was in his place.

Nevertheless he tried to serve as faithfully as possible, but after so much time he finally splinted away from the legion when Horus was mortally injured by Leman Russ. Saniel couldn't bear to see the monster his son had become and it is said he along with many 'loyalist' Sons of Horus fled and waged war against their corrupt kin. It was only after the Siege of Terra that Saniel finally shed a tear for his sons demise.

While he blamed Horus' he blamed the Emperor and the Word Bearers above all else. The Emperor for neglecting his own sons feelings and the Word Bearers for twisting his own son into a monster. Wondering the galaxy it was only when Fabius Bile the rouge Apothecary of the Emperor's Children came to offer a way to revive the Warmaster that Saniel finally felt hope.

He aided Bile and was there to see Horus reborn only to see him fall to none other than Ezekyle Abaddon. It is said that Saniel took the remnants of WorldBreaker and told Abaddon he would regret his actions and pay for taking his son away again.

Saniel would lead the as he said 'Last Sons' Warband into a new galaxy hoping to spread his sons name in a new galaxy, but with the inclusion of a new Warmaster, Saniel feels no love for one who has not earned the title his son earned, nor does he hold faith in the fact the Word Bearers gave it to him. To Saniel the Galaxy will burn as his sons decreed if the Gods have their way. But this old dog will push on...as he has always done.

Chapter IX: Trouble In House

Luminara alongside Ahsoka, Barriss, and Captain Rex, and Commander Gree had to be brought before Orius who was standing over Anakin as he turned his attention to the others brought to him. The Gal Vorbak withdrew to Orius's side as the Warmaster looked on to the people before him.

Astrean himself stood at the Warmaster's side as Orius slightly turned his head to the sorcerer and began to speak. "I assume these are all the intruders?" Orius asked.

"It is Warmaster," Astrean started turning his attention to the Jedi. "Only two of these Jedi and their pupils. I would, however, suggest we make this conversation quick before more Republic forces arrive."

"Yes let's make it quick then." Orius agreed as he looked to the Jedi and the Clone units with them. "I have found it quite interesting to see not only the famed Jedi Anakin Skywalker here." Turning his attention to Luminara as he smiled gently. "But also Jedi Master Luminara Unduli and her padawan Barriss Offee, I've heard much about all of you since this war started."

"We have not heard of you," Luminara stated. "I sense you hold much resentment for our order. You've..lost much too." Her tone was low as she looked up at Orius.

The Warmaster looked on at the Jedi master, his eyes burning like coals before composing himself away from the Jedi's gaze. A small smile formed on his lips as he spoke.

"Ahh. How you Jedi operate." Orius chuckled, turning to them all. "You sense, and say you understand how one feels is that correct?"

Luminara said nothing but gave a simple gesture of approval as Orius turned his attention to them all. His facial expression though calm showed he held onto some of his anger, as he spoke up.

"You want to know my past?" Orius began. "Know my pain, my suffering. I want you to think hard on this Jedi." He stated. Orius's tone calmed to an almost melancholy tone as he spoke. "Think of someone you care for most in this life. A lover, A sister," Orius hesitated on saying the last part but it came out in a low tone. "Mother."

The Jedi listened on as Orius spoke his tone was low and smooth not filled with hate or malice but loss as he continued. "I was sold into slavery. I was only a child when I lost everything yet I survived, I continue to survive."

"Is that why you attacked Zygerria?" Luminara asked.

"Attacked heh?" Orius laughed at that question as he kneeled at Luminara. "I didn't attack Zygerria. When I was made into what I am. I only swung the ax that brought Zygerria to its knees in a single stroke."

"You feel justified in what you did to Zygerria," Luminara stated. "Your feelings blind you to what you've done to the civilians of Zygerria. How many did you kill to satisfy your petty vengeance?"

Orius's eyes narrowed to Luminara his facial features turned to disgust as he rolled his eyes in annoyance at her statement. "Tell me master Luminara. How long would I have had to wait before the Jedi did anything to help me?" Orius stated. "A year. A decade? How long before I'd have to wait for salvation at the hands of my torturers?"

Luminara kept pressing as she spoke once more. "You say you've been freed by these zealots. Yet they seem to be controlling your emotions. Fueling your hatred toward the wrong thing. I believe you are lost in your past."

"Typical." Orius simply stated. Turning his focus away from the Jedi. "You hear my words Jedi but still..you only hear your code in place of my words. And those of galactic security for your precious Republic."

"The Republic is trying to stop things like what the Zygerrians were doing to you and those other slaves!" Anakin spoke up. "I was a slave once myself. Till I was saved."

"I rather doubt it Skywalker," Orius stated. His eyes turned to look to the young Jedi knight. "You were saved yes but tell me. How many more slaves are still locked away from where you're from? How many are suffering at the hands of Hutt masters, and other races with the wealth to use blood and flesh labor to hold their goblets of wine, to please their every need. Tell me how many?" Orius demanded to know.

Skywalker kept his eyes locked onto Orius's neither blinking as he spoke honestly to the Warmaster. "Too many." He simply put. Orius gave a small smile in return to the Jedi knight as he spoke up. "Indeed. To many indeed."

Astrean listened carefully to the entire talk before Kelbor-Hal contacted him directly. Over the vox.

"Sorcerer. STC's are at ninety-eight point nine-eight percent complete to the download hardware you have given me. I assume the little Warmaster is keeping the pests preoccupied?" Kelbor-Hal stated a small guttural laugh echoed out.

"Keep your preoccupations to the STC's. What happens with the Warmaster is not your concern fool." Astrean stated as he cut the vox communication. Approaching Orius, Astrean whispered into his ear. "Kelbor has almost completed his downloads of the data. I suggest we wrap this up quickly and return to our base."

Orius nodded in agreement as he looked back to the Jedi before him. Keeping his tone leveled and calm he spoke up. "It seems our time is up. I will offer you all this one time, you all can join me. Stand together with us and you will have anything you desire, You need not throw your lives away for a Republic that will never thank you."

Looking on at the Jedi and clones before them he awaited an answer but he could not wait forever as it was time to depart. "I need an answer," Orius stated.

A moment of silence filled the room as someone finally spoke up to Orius's offer. "You think serving you would be better than what we fight for?" Rex stated. The fire in his eyes was evident as he continued. "I don't know you personally or what drove you to be turned by these monsters. But what I do know is destroying the Republic isn't the way. You could help us win this war!"

"How exactly would helping the Republic fix anything?" Orius asked.

"We know our duty we fight to save democracy and protect those who live in fear of the Separatists," Rex said. "If you believe in protecting the people you would help us."

"Captain Rex is right." Ahsoka chimed in. "The Republic, The Jedi Order. We are all trying to stop the war, but what you're doing is bringing more war. I understand what the Zygerrians had done to you but tell me do you believe in what you are fighting for? Toppling the Republic won't help anyone!"

"Really?" Orius questioned. "Tell me this than padawan." Orius kneeled by her side as he looked her in the eye. One of his eyes traveled looking to her master whose gaze seemed to burn into Orius's skull as he spoke. "If the Republic is truly worth fighting for, why did the Republic do nothing to stop the Zygerrians from returning to their slaver ways. Where was the Republic when worlds in the Outer Rim asked for aid yet the Republic's answer was simply silence."

Ahsoka had no answer neither did Rex as Orius spoke up. "For Jedi, it seems your history of events is a bit muddled. Do you know why the Republic refuses and outright denies to help the Outer Rim?"

"No." Ahsoka's voice was low as Orius continued to speak.

"The Outer Rim has refused to give resources to the Core Worlds. Worst the Outer Rim planets are plagued with the continued disease of corporate interests, how much I wonder has the corporate sector made off this war I wonder. Your Republic is a stagnant dying Bantha, with no direction to lead it." Orius continued his tone evident with disgust as he spoke. "Better to put the dying animal out of its misery before it has time to become rabid and lash out at everything in its sight."

"You're insane you know that!?" Anakin spoke out. "You think just because you've suffered that it gives you the right to do whatever you want! It doesn't work that way, we will not allow you to do as you please!"

"Skywalker enough!" Luminara hissed. Looking back at the Warmaster she spoke in Anakin's turn. "Apologies for Skywalker. He is young and rash. Warmaster Orius, The Republic stands for democracy and peace. You know this, your followers don't. You do not have to follow through with this madness you can still do the right thing."

"The right thing heh." Orius's eyes lowered as he chuckled to himself before he stood. "I tried doing the right thing for a long time Master Luminara. I thought being a good slave would earn me my freedom. I thought following. Doing whatever my masters said would earn me their respect."

His tone is low as he spoke again. "But all I earned for my constant devotion was another lashing. But with Chaos...I'm freer now than I ever was as a slave. Soon the whole galaxy will know that feeling and they will accept it."

"And if they don't!" Anakin said as his eyes hinted at his growing anger for the Warmaster.

"Then they will be forgotten to the ages. Like the Republic, Separatists, and Jedi before them Skywalker." Orius said his tone cold and uncaring toward Skywalkers anger.

"Orius we must depart now," Astrean said. His head shifting toward the Jedi and clone prisoners. "They have already made up their mind. We hope for them to see the reason for our cause. But they shall not Orius"

Orius stood silent as he looked at them all. "It seems so Astrean. We must depart aboard one of the Republic cruisers that have been docked. Inform Kelbor-Hal to head for the closest one."

Astrean nodded his head in acknowledgment and communicated the orders to Kelbor, Orius looked to his Word Bearers giving his orders on what was to be done with the Mechanicus vessel.

"Engage the vessel's engines. We cannot allow the Republic or Separatists to have a grasp on this vessel. Is that clear?" Orius stated.

"Yes, Warmaster!" The Word Bearers acknowledged as they departed to set the reactors.

Looking back to the Jedi, Orius thought about what to do with them. Yet he had not decided as his Gal Vorbak stood at his side. Astrean looked back to Orius and took several steps toward him looking at the Jedi and back to Orius.

"What's troubling you?" Astrean asked. The look in Orius's eyes could show he was conflicted on what to do with the Jedi.

"The Jedi, what should we do with them?" Orius asked his tone low almost unable to think for himself on what to do.

Astrean was silent his eyes invisible to who he was looking at as Orius awaited an answer from his advisor. Astrean's head seemed to almost invisibly turn before finally speaking and the words were not the ones Orius wanted to hear as he spoke.

"Indecisive action," Astrean spoke. "That is not becoming of a Warmaster. You must decide for yourself what happens to the prisoners. Having your men decide for you isn't how it works Orius."

Looking to the Jedi and back to Astrean. Orius simply nodded before Astrean walked off leaving Orius to decide for himself. Looking back to the Jedi his eyes lowered before walking up to them. Every fiber of his being told him to leave them behind to be lost to the warp as this ship gets swallowed whole.

Anakin eyed his movements slowly. He knew the look the Warmaster gave was one of deciding on what to do with them. Walking behind them the Warmaster loosened their shackles before he exited the room he spoke.

"You have five minutes before this ship tears itself apart. I recommend evacuating soon." Orius stated. "Do not try following me."

Luminara looked to Barriss alongside Anakin as they were all in agreement they can always try to capture Orius another time. Anakin alongside Rex and the rest rushed for one of the cruisers that had docked with the vessel, while Orius himself departed with Astrean and his own aboard another cruiser. Kelbor-Hal looked on at Orius his single eye shifting toward the drifting Venator Star Destroyer.

"Are all of your STC's uploaded fabricator general?" Orius asked.

"Of course Warmaster. Have the nuisance meat been handled?" He asked in a gleeful tone hoping Orius made them suffer for their intrusion onto his vessel.

"That matter is resolved for now. Let us return home. We need a word with the Alpha Legion soon." He stated as his hands gripped the controls of the vessel.

Astrean noticed Orius's tone at that. Orius let them go, mercy is sometimes necessary yet. In times like this and with who Orius stood with mercy is a death sentence to those who see it as weakness. The sorcerer would say nothing as they entered hyperspace and vanished from Republic scans, while the vessel was adrift the warp engines activated.

Anakin alongside his fellow Jedi and clones rushed aboard one of the cruisers and released the latches to drift from the vessel safely. Reaching a safe enough distance Anakin and the others watched as the strange energies surged throughout the vessel engulfing the vessel before vanishing entirely.

No debris or wreckage just silence as Anakin placed in a distress call to the Republic Navy of their encounter. Looking to his padawan and the others, he slumped beside them his only thought being why did Orius spare their lives so willingly.

/Nar Shaddaa/ Lower Wards

The cities had been in utter chaos, explosions had crippled the known power sources that kept the massive cities alight. Sheer panic followed with signals both in and off the planet had been cut. Riots, looting, and explosions followed throughout the entire planet but in the chaos came a sigil painted over destroyed gang buildings and even further over Hutt holdings, where they secured their loot.

A green three-headed serpent and under it words written in galactic basic which translated to "Hydra Dominatus." Even further down the only comm signals that could reach out to anyone were those on the planet alone. It was the same message for all of Nar Shaddaa to rise in defiance of their oppressors.

"To all who here this. Follow the path set before you. The path to freedom is lay bared take it, take your weapons and rise against those who hold you in chains. The slavers, the gangs, and the Hutt's drag them out of hiding bring them into the light, and cut them down. The Hydra provides for you all, remember we are each a head. Cut off one, two more will take their place. HYDRA DOMINATUS!"

The few slavers and high-end places that were controlled by Hutt Families came under heavy assault by those who pledged their loyalty to the Hydra. Those who assaulted the pleasure palaces and establishments for slave auctions were newly minted soldiers who followed the will of the Hydra. Many adorned their tattered robes and makeshift armor with the symbol of the hydra.

The few Hutts brought forth by the people who now served the Hydra, were low-level members but important nonetheless. Some members fired off blasters in celebration while others stood aside as three towering figures arrived, members of the Alpha Legion two cloaked infiltrators and beside them one who did not bear the face nor mark of the Alpha Legion upon him.

The man's face was clean-shaven, his hair tied back in a long ponytail a large scar on his cheek, and a small one over his left eyebrow. Looking to members of his legion he nodded for them to take the Hutt's to a private chamber away from those who serve the Hydra.

The three Hutt's looked to each other, fear radiated off them as they were surrounded by six members of the legion. Followed by the arrival of the man with the ponytail again who identified himself.

"I do hope your accommodations are well you three slugs." He stated. Slowly encircling the three Hutt's he addressed giving his name. "I am Tadhiel. The Severed Head, as others from my legion, would call me." He said a small smile forming on his lips as he continued. "I wish to extend a proposition to your lovely home and planet."

The three hutts looked to one another before the droid present translated for the ringleader of the three. "The mighty Drosoc The Hutt, wishes to know your proposition. Do you not wish to kill us he asks."

"If I wanted the three of you slugs dead. I could have done it without the need for such dramatic planning." Tadhiel stated. "You three are the lowest of the low in your precious syndicate. But what if I could offer you three a place at the top of the echelons of a new order?" He asked as he stood face to face with Drosoc.

"Drosoc wishes to know. What do you mean by new order?" The droid stated as it continued to translate. "Do you offer wealth, jewels, slaves? Or perhaps something else?"

"We offer you, your lives and by extension the removal of all who oppose you three from taking the top as the new heads of the Hutt Cartel," Tahdiel said a smile forming more. "Upon our oaths, we present you three a gift. Bring it forth."

A member of the legion held a large sack aloft before dropping it before Drosoc and the other two Hutt's. Several large bloated heads fell out belonging to several members of the Hutt Council, Marlo The Hutt, O'var The Hutt, and Kardula The Hutt. The only missing one was Jabba.

"As you can see. Your new positions are open as of now." Tahdiel stated.

"The mighty Drosoc wishes to know what he must do in return for your humble offer of this position?" The droid asked.

"That will be for you and your..heh followers to find out. Simply know this Drosoc." Tadhiel looked back as they departed. "We shall be watching you all quite close. Know this let the Republic know their dealing with the Hutts and their Hyperspace routes have been revoked."

Drosoc gave a simple nod as the Alpha Legion members vanished alongside Tahdiel who boarded a thunderhawk. Once aboard he signaled for the other three operatives across the planet to reestablish off-world communications.

"Planet-Wide communication reestablished. Begin broadcasting on top secure channels. Level Alpha Prioris, designation Alpharius Omegon clearance level 0" The message stated as it was sent to Dantooine.

/Dantooine/ War Council Chamber

The current members in the session were the Warsmith Lorgulf of the Iron Warriors, High Priest Of Undivided Uriah Olathaire, and Barbiel Tarar The Bile Lord of the Death Guard. The three members were in talks with Tahdiel of the Alpha Legion on the current status of Nar Shaddaa along with taking control of the hyperspace lanes. Along with the allocation of resources.

"The new Hutt's in control of the cartel will now answer directly to the Warmaster. And by extension the Alpha Legion. Our proxies are in place if they get out of line." Tahdiel stated.

"What exactly have we gained from the control of the slugs?" Barbiel asked his guttural voice belched out. "These planets taste of toxic promise, The Warmaster assured us toxic worlds to spread the Grandfather's blessings."

"Steel yourself, you bloated carcass," Lorgulf demanded. "The Warmaster promised you Nal Hutta, that planet alone is more than enough for your grandfather to use to his delights." The Iron Warrior stated his tone venomous with disgust.

"Ohh the grandfather has. The people praise heh for the blessings. The sweet rotten beds ooze with promise. Sacrifices prepared, and those Hutt's beg not to be killed hehe." Barbiel chuckled as puss coughed from his throat and oozing back into his vox-speaker.

Lorgulf rolled one eye in disgust as he turned to Uriah. "Have you nothing to say, high priest?"

Uriah stood silent rubbing his chin as he held his staff, his chain of undivided dangling around his neck. "The Warmaster Orius has wished to know of the possible response the Republic will bring to bear to Nar Shaddaa. What will be done about them?"

"The Hutt's are if anything resourceful. Drosoc has unique technologies available to avoid such problems. The Warmaster after all stated he wanted Republic vessels captured yes?" Tahdiel stated. "Drosoc has sent blueprints for these Interdictor Field technologies to be readied by the Mechanicum."

"What will these fields do exactly?" Lorgulf asked leaning on the table.

"The form of space travel the Republic, and other vessels use is referenced as Hyperspace Travel. We can use these fields as a net to capture incoming vessels and once caught. We shall repurpose the vessels along with the capture of their crews." Tahdiel stated.

"This would leave our vessels free of such problems." Lorgulf had a small smirk come over his lips as he spoke. "Excellent. A unique advantage indeed. And what of this asteroid belt?"

Pointing it out onto the maps given of the galaxy a large asteroid belt came into view. Which was located deep inside Hutt Space.

"The Valsedian asteroid belt," Tahdiel stated as he enhanced the image of the asteroid belt for all to see. "This asteroid belt appears as nothing more than simple rocks, yet inside as stated by Drosoc they hold valuable minerals to be mined. We can use these minerals for our ships, weapons, and new armor once the Warmaster returns.

/Hyperspace/Enroute To Dantooine

As the cruiser ventured through hyperspace, Kelbor-Hal was at work dismantling all trackers the vessel could hold aboard its interior. Orius and Astrean on the other hand were at the helm speaking in private. while members of the Word Bearers and few Rubrics stood guard.

"I assume your silent brooding means you are in a contemplative mood?" Astrean asked turning to look to the silent Orius. "I would take it doesn't have to do with allowing those Jedi to live would it?"

Orius's eyes turned toward Astrean who remained focused on the observation screen. "No. It won't affect anything moving forward for us."

Though Astrean didn't turn his head as he spoke he clenched the railing gently. "You hold some measure of care for these Jedi don't you?"

"Not so much care as..respect as one would put it," Orius stated. "The Jedi Order has existed for a little over twenty-five thousand years. Their goals are admirable, but misguided due to this war."

"Than why did you allow those Jedi to live?" Astrean asked his tone evident with confusion and anger. "Why allow them to know of our existence. Our secrecy, our very reason for our movements with the Alpha Legion, Iron Warriors, and Death Guard all to your specifications yet." He looked directly at Orius. "You allow it all to be at risk for what? Nostalgia?"

Orius looked back toward the hole in hyperspace his gaze changing as he could hear something in the back of his mind. An almost pleasant memory as he closed his eyes on the thought.

"Orius don't run too far ahead haha!" A woman's voice echoed out.

Orius could feel his legs carrying him as far as he could across the vast Dantooine grass fields. He felt the wind blowing in his hair, his youth it all had not been taken from him when the Zygerrian's attacked so long ago.

As Orius continued running he was stopped by a tall shadow looking down at him in robes, a gleaming object at his hip as he picked the boy up. The man was shadowed by the gleaming sun as the man's voice could be heard.

"Son. Remember your fate is your own. Remember who you are, remember I always love you, no matter what destiny or fate you choose for yourself my son. Remember we are-"

"ORIUS!" Astrean yelled as he grabbed Orius's shoulder roughly turning the Warmaster to him, this got the attention of the Word Bearers who aimed their bolters. But in return so did the Rubric Marines.

"Y-Yes I am listening." Orius nodded for the Word Bearers to stand down. Astrean looked to his Rubrics who did the same as both men stood looking to the other with a moment of silence between them.

"I'm not sure where your mind is currently Orius," Astrean stated as he faced him. "But just know if you are truly ready to lead us. You must cast off those ancient attachments, they'll hinder you when it comes to leading. Just remember that."

Astrean walked past as Kelbor-Hal approached the Warmaster, his metal skittering accompanied by his staff in his hands as he looked from beneath his hood to him with a reluctant sigh.

"It appears the sorcerer cannot hide his emotions well. But given his statements on me, I would not be surprised if he were to hide away with his books." Kelbor stated, his synthesized voice echoing through the bridge.

Orius looked to the Fabricator-General, his hunched presence though not abnormal by what Orius had already seen still gave him a vibe of unease. The swaying motion of his mechanical body, his mechanical tendrils coiling beneath his garbed form as he activated a hologram of the STC's.

"Warmaster. I for one welcome a new leader to our humble court. I am sure the Great Powers, chose wisely perhaps upon our return we shall discuss matters on my addition to your council." Kelbor stated. "After all what Warmaster wouldn't require a Fabricator-General to lead the humble Mechanicum."

Orius was silent but looked to Kelbor. "You're right. Upon our return, we shall discuss this with the council. But for now, I want the bridge to myself."

Kelbor bowed his head low as he departed. " of course oh gracious Warmaster hehe." Kelbor departed the bridge the look of some visible smirk visible upon his brows as he left.